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Agatha Christie's Country RetreatAt Greenway, the South Devon house where Agatha Christie spent summers from 1938 until her death in 1976, it's hard not to let your imagination run wild: That paperweight? Total murder weapon. Garden shovel? Handy if you needed to, you know, bury something.

Christie used Greenway for pleasure only, soaking up the seaside charm of the "English Riviera." But if she didn't actually write here, countless scenes, several novels and at least one specific murder are inspired by Greenway (do stop by the boathouse, almost exactly as it appears—concealing a strangled corpse—in Dead Man's Folly).

Donated by Christie's daughter to the National Trust, The Greenway Apartment, is a self-contained flat on the house's top floor with four bedrooms and three bathrooms, designed to sleep 10. $1000-$2350 a week.

First Class Cabin'I'll sleep on the plane' takes on a whole new meaning at Teuge Airport in the Netherlands where an actual decommissioned 120-seat East German government aircraft from the Cold War era that's been fully overhauled into a high-concept, high-design hotel suite.

Once inside Vliegtuigsuite, let the Jacuzzi's jets work their magic while you peer out porthole windows at real jets taking off. Sip cocktails in the cockpit, which comfortably seats two and has lots of (mostly unchanged) fun knobs and buttons to twiddle. Nip into the sauna, then repair to a glossy white king-sized sleeping pod in the rear of the aircraft.

Best of all, there are no lines, no screaming babies, and your skin won't be sucked drier than the Atacama Desert. Rates start at $400/night for two people.

SpookedThe Crescent Hotel, a well-preserved dowager at 131 and counting, came into being in 1886. Sited atop a mountain in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, it was the last word in luxe for this part of the country for decades, though for a period served as a hospital and as a school for girls in its off-season.

It might fit into the landscape less dramatically over the years if people hadn't kept dying there and then sticking around.

There's Michael, who worked on the original construction and fell through the roof into room 218. You'd think he'd want to keep away from 218, what with the bad memories and all, but he's apparently fond of it.

There's the spook with a beard and mustache, well turned-out in Victorian finery, who hangs out in the lobby and the bar. Now that's a ghost with at least half a brain.

And there's Theodora, who's usually in 419, claiming to be a cancer patient before she disappears into the ether. You'd like to suggest that she head down to the bar to talk with the dapper dude there, but Theodora's not really open to your opinion.

Anyway, we can't say to a metaphysical certainty that the old Crescent is haunted. But if you hear things that go bump in the night, you can't say you weren't warned. Room rates from $139 (way off season) to $300 a night.